Sam Walter Foss

  •   JOE Beall ’ud set upon a keg
      Down to the groc’ry store, an’ throw
    One leg right over t’other leg
      An’ swear he ’d never had no show.
          “O, no,” said Joe,
          “Hain’t hed no show,”
    Then shift his quid to t’other jaw,
    An’ chaw, an...

  • The town of Hay is far away,
      The town of Hay is far;
    Between its hills of green and gray
      Its winding meadows are.
    Within the quiet town of Hay
      Is many a quiet glen,
    And there by many a shaded way
      Are homes of quiet men:
    And...